The story...
What a great thing it is to listen to others. I wish I'd developed an ear, bent towards others, earlier in life. Relationships seem to flourish within a listening environment where people feel safe enough to "lower their guards." It's hard to acknowledge the idea that others raised their "guards' to protect themselves from imagined harm that I might've inflicted. Yes, my words have hurt.
Guards, or boundaries, are important to keep us safe yet they may also be restraining us from experiencing unexpected treasure together. The treasure box may reveal: insights, perspectives, interpretations, facts, ideas, happiness, joy, solutions, imagined realities, strong emotions, spiritual happenings, road blocks, truths, inklings of what might be...
Wow, I can hardly wait to listen to somebody new. Where might I find the people and environment where they experience: listening, sharing, loving, and reaping the good stuff of life? You probably guessed it - the only church in town.
Just for today...
"In the past I tried to control people, places, and things, believing that my way was the correct way . . . my way, based on insisting upon my will, did not work. Yet I kept trying. It was an insane way to live." Courage to Change (p. 316)
"Wanna tell 'em; My ways best - They gotta change; I won't rest."
"Kinder you say; Her 'em out - Be loved; No doubt." Am I a Poet?
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